Chapter 94. We Won

Leyanne wanders around, stepping over them and surveying the damage around her with literally no expression or care in the world. She’s not squeamish, and the smell seems to not affect her, given I guess our sense of smell is way more fine-tuned than hers. “The pure bloods haven’t lifted a finger to aid these wars in over five thousand years. Lord Varro has only ever used these rejects… that were once human. As diluted and flawed as you can get and nothing like what I know the vampires to be.” Leyanne leans down, touches the naked foot of the dead master near her, and then rubs her fingers together like she’s testing something. I grimace at the fact she touched it and has no way of washing her hands. “He’s damp and cold and feels like pig skin. I’m guessing it’s a sixth or seventh dilution of genuine vampire DNA. They get worse the more they create from one another. It’s no wonder they are no match for wolves. They’re probably closer to humans in terms of abilities, besides wings.”